I still remember my kindergarten(幼儿园)teacher, Mrs, White. She looked just like Snow White, 1   she had the same bright eyes and short dark hair.

 We used to  2   a lot . And I would show what I wrote to Mrs. White for correction(批改). She would look at my writing and see many mistakes in it. But she 3 made any red correction and she always gave a star. I was feeling  4 of my writing each time I got a star. But it  5  my mother. So one day, when she met Mrs. White at a parent-teacher meeting. Mum asked her why she never corrected my6  and why she never said no to her child.

 Mrs. White said, “The children are just beginning to get  7about using words. Spelling and grammar can wait. We can't  8  that interest with a red pen.”As it was a long time ago, my mother could only remember the main idea of 9 Mrs. White said about my writing.  However, I grew up learning to use words with loving care and  10  like that.

If Mrs. White had used her red pen more often, I 11 wouldn't be telling you about this now, Whenever I look back on those encouraging 12 from Mrs.White, I feel they just look 13 real ones in the night sky-bright, shiny, and guiding me on my way somewhere. I do believe she was such a 14teacher, who tried to use a red pen less to keep the joy, wonder and excitement in a child's 15 .

 Thanks to Mrs. White, I have no fear about writing. Also, I'm not afraid of any mistake in my life!

Where are they?

    This is Tommy's bedroom(卧室). You can see a small bed 1the room. There's a toy(玩具)on the bed. You can see a light（灯）on the drawer. 2the photo? It's on the drawer，too. You can see 3on the chair. Where are the plants? They are4. The alarm clock, the pen and a cup 5on the table. 6you see a math book? Yes, it's on the floor. 

    Stealing? Maybe, but in our 1  minds we were just enjoying nature's gift.

    As teenage boys, we were not thinking about whose the strawberries were. We 2knew the Jordan family had the best strawberries in the neighborhood.

    So on a Friday3 , we secretly went into the Jordans' backyard and started picking their sweet strawberries. We thought there was 4 that tasted better than the fresh strawberries. 5 we were enjoying the delicious strawberries, suddenly the Jordans' backyard 6  came on. It was terribly bright, so we hurried to cover our faces with hands. Then we saw 7 ran outside.

    “What are you boys doing out here?” he shouted 8  as my friends ran off in all directions. They were so9  that the older gentleman couldn't catch them. And at once all the boys ran away into the dark, except 10 .

    Mr. Jordan shouted at me as he ran after me all the way to my house, which my mother was in. My mother said11  over and over again. I felt so embarrassed (尴尬的). My friends said they could hear 12  she said to Mr. Jordan from our backyard. My friends laughed at me about it for days later.

    I was down and complained (抱怨) to my father. After hearing that, he said, “I don't think it's unfair at all. You took strawberries without 13 , and you got exactly the punishment you should have.”

    “But what about the other guys?” I asked. “They weren' t 14 at all!”

    “That should not be what you are thinking about,” said Dad. “You can't 15  what happens to other people, but you can do your own job well. You made a bad choice that night, and you were punished for it. ” That sounds completely fair to me.

    Hello! I'm Mary Brown. I'm 1 English girl. Look! Here 2 a photo 3my family. This is 4sisters. 5 name is Mona. 6 is in Class One, Grade Eight. 7 is my uncle. His8 name is Bill. His 9 is Tony Brown. He is a student, too. Oh, Tony is my 10 .

    The first day of university our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't know. I stood up to look around when a1hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled(有皱纹的) , little old lady with a smile. She2a minute and said. "Hi, handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and responded "Of course you may!" and then she gave me a big one.

    We became immediate friends. Every day for the next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I always loved listening to this "time machine"  3she shared her wisdom and experience with me. Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus role model and she4made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she loved the attention from the other students.

    At the end of the term we invited Rose to speak at our football club. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the platform. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her cards on the floor. A little upset she simply said. "I'm sorry I'm so nervous. I5beer for Lent(大斋节) and this wine is killing me！I'll never get my speech back in order" As we laughed, she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There is a huge6between growing older and growing up. Anybody can grow older, but it does take talents and abilities to grow up. .

    One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. However, these words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.